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[center][color=6ecff6][u][b]The Mysterious Stranger[/b][/u][/color][/center]
[right]Near the Edge of Town**[@Stormborn][@Seirei No Hai][@ERode][@Love Detective][/right]

The man's blade took several hairs, but he hardly seemed to care. Instead landing on the ground, and skidding along the pavement. The stone an easy enough place for his sword to strike, bringing his momentum to a halt. Skidding only another foot, before stopping dead in his tracks. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but... Was he smiling? So odd, or perhaps he got off on fighting. Or...

[color=6ecff6]"Sorry... I apologize too often, even for things that don't require it."[/color] He pulled his sword from the dirt, with golden eyes focusing on the Rider and his mount. [color=6ecff6]"But, if you truly are Gawain, a knight to be of King Arthur's court."[/color] He spun the sword in his hand, raising it again as he entered a stance meant for battle. [color=6ecff6]"Then forgive me for this. It has been a while since I have met a formidable match. Killing you or not, I shall explain all, once I am satisfied that you are truly who you claim to be."[/color] That golden blade was not meant for this kind of action. It was not a weapon to take life. It was one meant to preserve it. So... He was confident that a knight would not fall to such a weapon. 

[color=6ecff6]"My name is Diarmuid ua Duibhne, of the Saber class and knight of Fionn. Caster and I fight to preserve the world, and to keep Fuyuki separate from the world. Least it be overrun."[/color] With no other words to share, he struck again. Charging head on, and leaping once more. The ground cracked as he surged with mana, kicking off with such a leap that should have been impossible otherwise. Sailing into the air, and diving down at Gawain and his steed. His blade cratering the ground if they were smart enough to move aside in time, or very well cratering the ground beneath them should Gawain defend. 

And yet, the longer this fight might go on, the more a pressure began to build. Upon Gawain's back and shoulders, as if the very buildings might collapse upon him. A pressure, a strain... Was this damage? But there were no wounds. Were there eyes? Was there a threat!? 

Out of the corner of an eye, there upon a building sat a man. His outfit strange, as long flowing robes seemed to hide his form. He was young, yet his eyes betrayed age. But in his hand, was a fan made of feathers... Was he perhaps waiting to be noticed, or was he simply curious as to how Gawain might act. Until... 
[color=a2d39c]"Gawain, knight of the Sun. Do not dodge his strikes, but attack. Attack and attack, that is the advice I give you."[/color]